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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Index,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.