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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The Names,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Index,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.