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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.