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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Shoche,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.