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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.