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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.