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 Gabon 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.