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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Cecil Taylor 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.