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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Can,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.