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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.