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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.