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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Index,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.