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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.