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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.