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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.