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 Malta and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.