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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.