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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.