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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.