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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.