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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Cameo,
The Victims,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.