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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.