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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Magma,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.