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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.