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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.