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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.