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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.