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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.