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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.