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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.