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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.