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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
MC5,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.