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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.