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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Spokane and Houston.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.