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 Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 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 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.