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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.