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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.