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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 oboe 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.