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 India and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.