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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.