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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.