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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.