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 Libya 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.