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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.