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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Skaos,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.