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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.