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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.