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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Slave,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.