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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.