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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.