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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Technova,
Wire,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.