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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.