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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.