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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.