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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.