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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.