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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.