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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.