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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Monks,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.