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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.