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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Franke,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Television,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.