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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.