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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.