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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.