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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.