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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.