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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Magma,
Boredoms,
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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.