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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.