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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.