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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.