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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
cv313,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.