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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Pylon,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.