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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.