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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.