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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Rekid 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.