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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.