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 Kiribati 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.