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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.