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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.