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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.