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 Romania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
MDC,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.