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 Poland 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.