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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.