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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Japan,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.