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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.