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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.