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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.