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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.