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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.