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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.