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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
X-101,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.