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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.