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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.