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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Slave,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Quantec,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.