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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.