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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.