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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Organ,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.