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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Lyres,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.