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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Brick,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.