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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.