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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.