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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.