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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Nas,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.