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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.