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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.