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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.