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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.