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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Excepter,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.