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 Namibia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.