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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Monks,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.