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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.