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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
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 Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
EPMD,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.