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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
DNA,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.