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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.