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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Move,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.