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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Chrome,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.