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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Index,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.