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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.