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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Hutcherson to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.