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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.