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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.