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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.