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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.