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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.