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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.