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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.