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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.