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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Franke,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Pole,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
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.