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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.