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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.