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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Cluster,
Brick,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.