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 Serbia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
X-102,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.