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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 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 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.