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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.