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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.