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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.