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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Swans,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.