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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.