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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.