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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Busters,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.