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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.