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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.