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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.