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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.