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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.