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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.