Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.