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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.