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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Pole,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.