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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.