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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.