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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.