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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.