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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.