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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.