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 India and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Last Poets,
Niagra,
Japan,
Nico,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.