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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.