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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.