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 Chad 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Faust,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.