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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.