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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.