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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.