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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
CMW,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.