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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.