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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.