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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.