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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.