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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.