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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.