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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Smog,
Nas,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.