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 Greece 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.