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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.