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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
CMW,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.