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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
JFA,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.