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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
ABC,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.