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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.