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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.