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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.