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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.