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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.