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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.