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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Slave,
June of 44,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.