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 Slovenia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.