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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.