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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.