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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.