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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Gong,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.