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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.