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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.