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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Index,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.