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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.