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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.