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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.