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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.