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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.