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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.