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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 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 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.