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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.