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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.