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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.