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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.