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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.