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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.