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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.