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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.