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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Nas to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.