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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
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.