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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.