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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.