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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.