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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 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 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
June of 44,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.