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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.