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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.