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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.