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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Index,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.