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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.