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 Belarus 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.