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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
MDC,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.