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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.