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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.