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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.