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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
CMW,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.