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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
New Order,
World's Most,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.