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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.