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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.