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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.