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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.