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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.