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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.