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 Namibia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.