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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.