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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.