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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.