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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.