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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.