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 South Africa and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.