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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
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.