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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.