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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.