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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.