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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.