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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.