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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.