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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
DNA,
Second Layer,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.