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 Slovakia 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 Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.