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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.