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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.