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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.