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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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.