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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.