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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Slave,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.