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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.