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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.