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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
DNA,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.