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 Denmark 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
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.