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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.