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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.