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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Deakin,
ABC,
the Human League,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.