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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.