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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.