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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
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.