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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.