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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.