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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.