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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.