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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.