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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.