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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.