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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.