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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.