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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
UT,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.