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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.