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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.