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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.