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 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
the Association,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.