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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.