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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.