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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.