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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.