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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Wings,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.