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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.