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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.