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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.