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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.