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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Index,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.