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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Gun Club to the jazz 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.