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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.