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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.