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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.