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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.