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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.