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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.