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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.