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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.