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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Vogues to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.