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 Iraq 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.