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 Yemen 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.