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 Greece 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.