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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.