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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Smog,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.