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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.