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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.