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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Sparks,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.