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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.