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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.