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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.