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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Smog,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.