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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.