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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.