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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.