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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Second Layer 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Nico,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.