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 Egypt and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
The Names,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Brick,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.