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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.