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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.