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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.