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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
the Association,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.