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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 Johnny Osbourne 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.