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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.