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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.