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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.