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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.