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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.