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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Motorama,
X-102,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.