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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.