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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.