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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.