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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
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.