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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.