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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. 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 Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.