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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.