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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 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 David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
cv313,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.