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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.