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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.