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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.