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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.