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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.