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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Fugs 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.