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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
The Move,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.