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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.