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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 June Days to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.