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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Wire,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.