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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.