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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.