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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.