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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
The Move,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.