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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland 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?
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.