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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.