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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.