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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Index,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.