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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.