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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.