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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
AZ,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.