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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.