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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.