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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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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.