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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.