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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.