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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.