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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.