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 United States 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.