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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.