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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.