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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Cowsills to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.