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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.