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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.