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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.