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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.