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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.