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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.