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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.