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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.