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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Brick,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.