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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.