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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.