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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.