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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.