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 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.