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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.