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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.