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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.