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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Visage,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.