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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Shoche,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Nico,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.