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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.