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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Gong,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.