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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.