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 France 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.