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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.