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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 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 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.