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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.