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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.