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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.