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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.