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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.