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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.