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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Skriet,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.