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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Fear,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Cameo,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.