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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.