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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.