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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.