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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.