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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.