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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.