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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.