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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.