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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Zeros to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.