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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.