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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.