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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.