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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
CMW,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.