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 Korea South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Unwound,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.