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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.