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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.