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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.