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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.