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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.