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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.