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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Can,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.