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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.