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 Singapore and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.