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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Cymande,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.