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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.