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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.