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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.