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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.