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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.