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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.