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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.