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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.