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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.