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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.