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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.