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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Smog,
Nirvana,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.