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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 marimba 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 The Smiths 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Index,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Technova,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.