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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Visage,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.