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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.