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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
June Days,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.