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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.