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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
UT,
Suicide,
DNA,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.