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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.