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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.