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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.