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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.