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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.