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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.