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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.