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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.