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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
The Names,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.