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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.