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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.