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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
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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.