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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.