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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.