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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.