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 Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.