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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.