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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 This Heat to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.