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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.