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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
June of 44,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
OOIOO,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.