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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Association,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.