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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.