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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.