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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.