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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.