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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.