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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Index,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.