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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Smog,
Niagra,
the Human League,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Connie Case,
UT,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.