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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
X-102,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.