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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Liliput,
The Move,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.