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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.