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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stooges to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.