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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.