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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.