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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.