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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.