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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.