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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Oneida,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.