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 Jamaica 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.