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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.