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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.