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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Residents,
New Order,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
The Names,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.