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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.