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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.