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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.