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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
ABC,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.