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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Nas,
Crime,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.