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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.