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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Visage,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.