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 Cambodia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.