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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Scion,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.