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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.