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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.