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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Cymande,
Can,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Josef K,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.