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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.