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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.