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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.