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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
ABC,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.