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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger 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?
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.