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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.