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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.