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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Eric Dolphy 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.