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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
The Martian,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.