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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.