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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.