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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
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.