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 Kiribati 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Crime,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.