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 Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.