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 Austria and from Portland.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.