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 Egypt 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.