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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.