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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.