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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.