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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.